𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 || 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

WHEN IVY WOKE UP, SHE WAS IN SOME SORT OF GIANT CRATE. She felt metal below her, and she slowly pushed herself up and examined her surroundings. Everyone else was in there with her, which was good because that meant that they had not taken anyone hostage or anything. Ivy tried to get a good idea of where they were, but she actually had no clue. The crate was closed, and she could not see outside. "Where the hell are we?"

"My sword's gone," the Blake girl told them, freaking out. Ivy reached down to grab her gun that had been stuffed in her belt, and it was gone as well. She looked around and realized that no one had their weapons. Octavia reached up and began banging on the sides of the container that they were in, hoping that someone would hear them. Finally, the doors opened, and they all had to shield their eyes from the bright sunlight. A woman with dark red hair stepped into their vision, and the brunette girl breathed out, "Luna."

"Where is Lincoln?" Luna questioned as they all stepped toward her because she realized that he was not with them. She must have heard about what Octavia told her men before they drank whatever was in the vial that knocked them out.

The younger Blake sibling paused, and it seemed to physically pain her to say: "Lincoln is dead."

"Lincoln said that you would help us," Clarke informed the woman, trying to change the topic of conversation to what they were there for. It was clear that the leader woman was in mourning as well as Octavia. "Luna, you're the last of your kind. The last nightblood."

"So Lexa is dead as well," Luna concluded. Ivy felt bad because she was just getting hit one after another with the deaths. No one even tried to break it to her kindly. The redheaded girl might have tried, but she was honestly terrified to say anything that might mess up what could happen with her.

Clarke nodded solemnly before continuing, "Her spirit has chosen you to become the next commander. Titus entrusted me with the flame to give to you."

"Then he should have told you that I left my conclave, swearing to never kill again," Luna told them, and the Bishop girl thought that maybe they could benefit from a Commander that did not kill. It would make things a lot less violent and a lot more peaceful.